Today is Saturday, March 23rd.

As I enter prayer now, I slow my body and quiet my mind,

setting my whole being in the presence of a living God who is ever present to me.

Recalling the day I've lived, treasuring its blessing as I look into God's face,

and laying its burdens at his feet. Oh, Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their

opponents in court. Abba Father, in this Linton season of prayer and fasting, I ask that you would not only work through my prayers, but work within me, even beyond my prayers.

But laying aside of one appetite, with the aid of your spirit, gives rise to another.

Toon my taste buds to hunger for your presence, my eyes to see your coming, my ears to hear your whisper, and my lips to savor your blessings,

which are showered upon me each day, even this one. Oh, A reading from Psalm 127.

Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain.

Unless the Lord watches over the city, the God stand watch in vain.

In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat,

for he grants sleep to those he loves.

Children are a heritage from the Lord,

offspring a reward from him.

Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth.

Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.

They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court. The worth of each day cannot be measured by instant gratification or perfect schedules.

The true worth of our days are measured only in the fruit that comes from the faithfulness we live into.

We are playing the long game when it comes to a full and fruitful life.

So I don't need to get too worked up about what happened today, the small places that felt like a loss or misstep.

Where did I feel accused this week?

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